The Dark King - Chapter 626

"He's too good. You're afraid you can't handle it." Dudean was indifferent, but his words had a deep meaning: "sharp weapons are good. If you are worried that you can't control them and try to destroy them to avoid being used by others, it's sad and incompetent. What do you think?"

"What you're saying is that you're too young to know more than I do." Richelieu, with a modest smile, took the opportunity to compliment dudien, saying that praise is free of money, but it will bring benefits to himself, whether the object is a friend or an enemy.

Seeing that he was so modest and introverted, dudean raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a small iron bottle from his pocket and said, "this is sleeping medicine. I'm going out for a visit. You take the medicine and have a good rest here until I come back."

Richelieu took a look at the dark little iron bottle in his hand and said with a forced smile, "I am fully loyal to you, and I will never betray you. Besides, we are already in a boat. If I betray you, it will be a dead end. I can't go back to the monastery. If you don't trust me, you can send someone to watch me."

"No one here is more powerful than you." Dudean said indifferently: "you are right. If you are really a smart man, you should not betray me, because then you will die! But I can't put my life on a man who is not sure whether he is really smart or stupid. Can you understand that? "

Richelieu said with a wry smile, "OK, I'll eat it." He took the small iron bottle and unscrewed it, and poured out two black pills. The pills gave off a strange smell. He looked up and threw it into his mouth.

"Not enough weight." "Although it's made by a great mage pharmacist, only one can make a senior Hunter unconscious, but your physique is so much higher. You don't have to be polite to this bottle."

Richelieu's mouth twitched slightly. Seeing dudean's unquestionable eyes, Richelieu knew that it was useless to say more. When he was about to pour the whole bottle into his mouth and chew it down slowly, he hid some behind the alveolar in his mouth, hoping that the part he swallowed would not make him sleep.

Soon, drowsiness came slowly. Richelieu sighed in his heart and pretended to be extremely sleepy. He turned around and walked to the sofa. His body tilted and fell on the sofa. Soon there was a slight snore.

"It works so fast." The next nicotine exclaimed.

Dudean glanced at Richelieu's feet and said indifferently, "just pretend to sleep. Go and get the things in my basement."

"Pretend to sleep?" Nicotine was stunned. He noticed the spot that dudean had glanced at. He turned his head and quickly woke up to see Richelieu's body lying upright on the sofa. Although he was fast asleep, his posture of falling down was not far away. Moreover, the distance between the soles of his feet and the sofa was so close that he could hardly take off his shoes?

With this in mind, when he saw Richelieu, who was still sleeping on the sofa, a trace of strangeness appeared on his face. Unexpectedly, the pope would be so embarrassed.

At the same time, some people admire dudean. If it were for him, they would never see the Pope pretending to be asleep at a glance. They did not even think that such a legendary figure with a halo could even disguise himself.

"What are you doing?" Dudean frowned.

"Yes," said nicotine He trod quickly to the basement and quickly turned back with several syringes in his hand.

Dudean grabbed one of them. It was a light green liquid, which was also the liquid after the decomposition of the mulberry leaf. This liquid body is different from the dry grass body made of "cigarette". First, it takes effect quickly and is injected directly into the blood. Unless someone is able to control the magic mark of the blood, it is difficult to get rid of the mulberry leaf component in the blood.

The cigarette made of dry grass needs to inhale a certain amount to accumulate certain components in the blood, which is addictive and slow to take effect. However, it has the advantages of quick and convenient production, and can dispose of the residue of liquid body without waste.

For people who are already addicted, dry grass cigarettes are more effective, just like the trigger of a bomb, which can directly ignite the strong desire in their blood.

Dudean went up to Richelieu's arm and held it tightly with his hand. Soon he saw the prominent vein. He injected it into the vein and said, "it depends on your performance whether you pretend to sleep or not."

When Richelieu heard dudean say "pretending to sleep", he was shocked. At the moment, he peeked at the things that dudean injected himself. His heart was even colder. He didn't expect that this boy was so hateful and willful!

Soon, that unbearable itch with some kind of pleasure slowly crawled out of the body. This time, it was even stronger than the last time. It spread from the viscera to the whole body. It seemed that all parts were bitten by countless insects, which was unbearable.

He tried to endure, but his body trembled uncontrollably. Knowing that he could no longer hide himself, he simply sat up and scratched his arms and neck and other parts with his hands. He pleaded to dudean: "I'm wrong. Please give me the antidote. I know I'm wrong."

"You're not really smart." Dudean shook his head slightly.

Richelieu did not care about the ridicule of dudean. He felt his whole body itching and biting his heart. He wanted to peel off all his skin. His eyes were red. He took dudean's arm and begged, "please, give me the antidote, please!""If you are willing to kneel down and show complete submission, I can consider it." Dudean said indifferently.

When you hear that, Pope Goody's on his knees?!

Richelieu froze and looked up at dudean in disbelief. However, he saw that the young man's expression seemed to be eternal ice. He was extremely cold. He was angry in his heart. He released dudean's hand, lowered his head and clenched his teeth tightly.

Time passes by.

Richelieu only felt that the itch on his body became stronger and stronger. On the contrary, his previous strong humiliation and anger became weaker and weaker, and gradually subsided. At last, he was full of the idea of itching. He could not help but reached out again and scratched his whole body again. His nails soon broke the skin, but he did not feel pain. Instead, he felt a comfortable feeling. He bit his teeth and kept scratching.

Soon, he felt his fingers wet, sticky and hot. When he looked down, he was shocked. He saw that his arms were covered with bloodstains. Some places had been deeply scratched and the flesh was blurred, but he didn't feel any pain.

"If I go on like this, I'll catch myself alive." An idea came into his mind, and he stopped immediately, but the itching was more intense. It seemed that the whole heart was being gnawed by insects. The itching was unbearable. He could not help shrinking into a ball, as if this could slow down the feeling.

"I'll give you three more minutes to think about it." Dudean's voice rings.

Richelieu was lying on the bright red carpet beside the sofa. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked hard at the front. He saw that Du Dean was standing a few meters away, holding a cigarette wrapped in expensive snow paper. The cigarette end had been ignited and was gently inhaled. The misty smoke was inhaled and exhaled from his mouth, making it look a little fuzzy.

This cigarette Du Di'an smokes is not made by sang Ling ye, but is made by him alone. It is really similar to the old cigarette. It is less harmful and addictive, and can be easily given up.

Seeing dudean sucking a cigarette, Richelieu instantly felt that there were countless insects crawling on his throat, itching unbearably. He couldn't help but scratch his throat. However, thinking of the shocking bloodstains on his arm, he still resisted, pounded the ground with force, and growled in a low voice. At the moment, he had not thought about why dudean was not poisoned, but would take the antidote ”。

"The last minute." Dudean took a mulberry leaf cigarette from his pocket and rolled it on the straw paper. He went to Richelieu, and with a loose finger, the cigarette fell to the ground.

When Richelieu saw the cigarette falling down, his eyes were straight and he reached out to pick it up.

Before he touched the palm of his hand, he stepped on the tip of a shoe, stepped on the cigarette, twisted it slightly, flattened the cigarette, and then moved it away slowly.

Richelieu was staring at the scene, and suddenly felt an irresistible anger and humiliation pouring into his chest. He suddenly raised his head and glared at dudean with red eyes, but what he saw was still his cold face.

He bit his teeth, even bared his teeth, and wanted to smash the face with a fist, but he knew that he would be defeated before he could hit him.

Time goes by slowly in the stalemate, humiliation and anger gradually weaken again and again. The desire for hunger and demand turns into the voice of the devil. He hypnotizes himself repeatedly in his mind. As long as he takes a breath, he can be free.

No one here to see, I did not lose face

What's more, he has been defeated by him for a long time, and he has no face to save

His boots are clean, not dirty

He slowly stretched out his hand, trembling. He picked up the flat cigarette and covered it in his palm. There was a trace of moisture in his eyes. At the same time, he gave out a strong hatred and killing intention. But he lowered his head and did not dare to let Du Dean notice.

With a crack, a box of matches was thrown in front of him.

"Go to the basement and get another bottle of sleeping pills," he said to nicotine

"Yes." Nicotine is busy to answer the promise, and then secretly looks at the Pope who has been sitting on the ground unconsciously, with some complexity and fear in his eyes.

Richelieu couldn't wait to light his cigarette, put it in his mouth and sucked it. He felt that he had risen from hell to heaven. The unbearable itching and crazy emptiness disappeared in an instant. He only felt the comfortable feeling of falling into the cloud, without any pain. His soul seemed to leave his body and soar in the sky.

Seeing Richelieu's intoxicated face, dudean had a touch in his eyes. He knew that the liquid of mulberry leaves injected twice had completely penetrated into his blood, and he could never give up again. Moreover, after each injection, when the drug addict committed, he made him endure to the limit again and again. Finally, he relapsed the mulberry leaf of dry grass body , will only make the drug addiction bigger and harder to resist!

Moreover, the effect of this thing has been reflected, not only to make people intoxicated, unable to extricate themselves, but also to kill a person's willpower, spirit and other aspects.

After nicotine got his sleeping pills back, dudean asked him to take Richelieu, who had finished smoking mulberry leaves. Soon, Richelieu fell asleep.

After explaining a few words to nicotine, he led herisa out of the castle.……

……

In an old castle in the town of Rouen.

This is a small town around the prosperous business district and the western district. Although it is a town, it is extremely prosperous. The people living in this town are rich or expensive. The magistrates of the inquisition, priests of the Holy See of light, and a group of patrolling soldiers can be seen everywhere in the street. The security here is very safe. There has been no attack by dark believers, let alone robbers, for more than 10 years Robbery, thieves, etc.

The Lord of the town is the ruklan family. This family name is very famous, and almost no one knows it in the aristocratic circle. One of the eight cardinals of the Holy See of light, luclan ste, is the contemporary patriarch of the family.

as like as two peas at the moment, a warm cheering ring is heard outside the circular platform. It is a very large underground square, built like a wrestling field outside. The high dome is inlaid with dense and expensive fluorescent stones. The glimmering of the glimmering light shines brightly and at the same time has a dim gloom. 。

At the moment, on the platform of the arena surrounded by wire, a strong man nearly two meters tall is fighting with a petite woman less than 1.7 meters tall. The woman is of wheat complexion and brown hair. She is of civilian origin and has many scars. The most striking thing is that she is extremely exposed. She only has a bra on her upper body and a pair of short underpants on her lower body.

The strong man's dress is also simple and crude. The upper body is naked, and the lower body is short, showing the bulging muscles like a dragon, like a human tank.

"Kill! Kill! Kill

"Kill her!"

"Kill this bitch!"

Under the stage a burst of coax voice high cry, some people put their hands on the mouth when the microphone, let their voice be bigger.

Most of these people are golden hair, wearing expensive silk clothes, gold and silver jadeite and other accessories, extraordinary temperament, but at the moment, like a group of estrous bulls, hoarse and crazy call.

Bang!

The strong man seized the opportunity and hit the woman's abdomen with his fist.

The woman coughed up a mouthful of blood and bent into shrimps.

The strong man is ferocious and merciless. He grabs her hair and hits her face with a blow. With a bang, the woman's nose bone is broken and the blood is flowing.

Seeing the fierce battle with great disparity in strength, the cheers under the stage became more crazy, and countless people were excited and shouting. At the same time, some people threw gold coins on the barbed wire, and the sound of gold coins fell on the stage, which was very beautiful.

"Hit, hit her chest!"

"Kill the bitch and crush her body!"

The cry was excited.

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